Somewhere in a southern city
In a room, alone
And his father comes in
And gives him a gun
And a book of rules
Titled This Is The Real World
And somewhere, a man in a crowd
Scrapes against something sharp
And finds he's got metal in his arm
He's made out of metal
Hup, two, three, four
Hup, two, three, four
Hup, two, three, four
This is the real world

(The blind)

Holding onto hope
With eyes wide open
He sees the final hour
It's larger than he thought
It's bounding on two feet
It devours
He pulls a memory from his pocket
The insight gave to him
The blind leading the blind
Inscribed in silver line

In my childhood
By playing superhero
Now I feel my face
Is starting to tingle
It started dawning
As I go through the day
Superman, child's play
In my childhood
By playing superhero
And now I feel my face
Starting to tingle
It started dawning
I'm just normal

The blind leading the blind
All too true
Yet uncompromised
The blind leading the blind

Somewhere
Where the man got his arm scraped
And found himself made out of metal
He questions what he's done
Walking single-file from job to home
Daily, the same hours done
He takes out the book
This Is the Real World
The gun that his father gave him, still
The blind leading the blind
Father

(Father)

Holding onto hope
With death leftover
He musters up a smile
(A smile)
People on the street
Motions of metal feet
Eyes hollowed down
He pulls out a kiss
A girl gave him
Beautiful, unmatched by blind
The blind leading the blind
Fairy tales revised

(The blind)
(Father)
(The blind leading the blind)